11.5.10 5/11/2010 12:56:00 PM 0 comments | back to the top

There are many ways to define our fragile existence, many ways to give it meaning, but it is our memories that gives it purpose and shape its contexts. The thing about memories is really peculiar, many mistake their imagination for their memory, living in denial, and living behind this façade which they feel is a long term solution.


Like someone said: Everyone in this world is fake. It’s like a masquerade ball everyone’s participating in. The world is superficial. So yes, I am fake…


You know what you are living in yet you don’t have the courage to fight it. I fought this battle a long time ago to know who I was, who I am, all the pretense I put up was something no man could ever imagine, pretending to the ones I loved the most, and even, lying to myself, living in the shadows of my mind's eye.


Freedom means you’ve got nothing left to lose, but in fact, I am afraid to lose things I have around me, I am afraid of lost opportunities, I am afraid of disappointment, I am afraid of rejection. I have ended my probation yet, I feel that I don’t have the freedom, this is because I have tied myself down with my expectations, expectations society set on me, trying to be someone great, lying and cheating to the ones I call friends.


The past really hurts so much; every thought would induce certain amount of dampness around my eyes, sending a cotton ball through my throat. But still, I choose to keep them as memories, unlike some who stores his past in the future.

11.5.10 5/11/2010 12:56:00 PM 0 comments | back to the top

There are many ways to define our fragile existence, many ways to give it meaning, but it is our memories that gives it purpose and shape its contexts. The thing about memories is really peculiar, many mistake their imagination for their memory, living in denial, and living behind this façade which they feel is a long term solution.


Like someone said: Everyone in this world is fake. It’s like a masquerade ball everyone’s participating in. The world is superficial. So yes, I am fake…


You know what you are living in yet you don’t have the courage to fight it. I fought this battle a long time ago to know who I was, who I am, all the pretense I put up was something no man could ever imagine, pretending to the ones I loved the most, and even, lying to myself, living in the shadows of my mind's eye.


Freedom means you’ve got nothing left to lose, but in fact, I am afraid to lose things I have around me, I am afraid of lost opportunities, I am afraid of disappointment, I am afraid of rejection. I have ended my probation yet, I feel that I don’t have the freedom, this is because I have tied myself down with my expectations, expectations society set on me, trying to be someone great, lying and cheating to the ones I call friends.


The past really hurts so much; every thought would induce certain amount of dampness around my eyes, sending a cotton ball through my throat. But still, I choose to keep them as memories, unlike some who stores his past in the future.

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